3. Each morning in bed or after breakfast Rob to remind me to trust the physician within and the ancient wisdom of the body—those words.

[...] (Rob, too.)

[...] Rob asked if it would be possible for me to continue in full light. [...] She said that the way Rob and I work together, we need both of us to succeed, and that our channels were open before the session. [...] [Reading about mediums and their cabinets, I stationed myself in a dark closet while Rob checked from outside for any ectoplasm or aura.]

[...] Rob told to try sessions with Bill and myself as we did last year, when Rob saw house and other material so clearly. [...] Keep pencil and paper handy for Rob’s visions, and expand ability.

[...] Rob asked questions and I began to answer, using my own voice, which was more wavery in tone than usual however. We had no idea of what effects we might get, and because of the poor light Rob did not take notes during the experiment. [...]

[...] She suggested Rob do same back exercises I am doing since they teach concentration. I didn’t say this at the time, but told Rob later.

Rob has always taken verbatim notes of the Seth sessions, using his own shorthand system. [...] Rob’s excellent notes point up the living framework in which the sessions take place. [...]

Proofreading involved work on Rob’s notes mainly, as he made them more presentable. [...] As Rob’s notes also show, Seth began dictating the Appendix as soon as the book was finished. [...]

[...] In line with this, my husband, Rob, and I experimented with a Ouija board late in 1963. [...]

Neither Rob or I had any psychic background, and when I began to anticipate the board’s replies, I took it for granted that they were coming from my subconscious. [...]

[Rob’s questions for Seth:]

JANE’S & ROB’S NOTES

When I came out of trance, Rob was smiling, Jack and Sonja looked dazed, the camera crew were staring at me and the program was over. “Seth was great,” Rob said to me. [...]

[...] I looked at Rob with a touch of dismay because while I’d reassured Jack that everything was quite normal, actually something was different this time: I felt as if I’d been in a plane going incredibly fast, only to be yanked suddenly to a halt. [...] Rob was beside me in a moment, and I explained how I felt. [...]

[...] My husband, Rob, and I sat with Sonja Carlson and Jack Cole, who were interviewing us on the Boston “Today’s Woman Show” on television station WBZ. [...]

[...] I reached over for Rob’s hand. [...]

“Well,” Rob said, “someone said a mouthful tonight.” [...]

[...] Sometimes I thought that if Rob said it was a terrific day just one more time, I’d scream.

[...] Rob grinned when he saw him; John had been here twice before (once a year), he was good-humored, good-looking, eager, healthy and strong. [...]

[...] See the second session, with an edited version of Rob’s notes, deleting only highly personal material.

(Out on the porch tonight off and on I kept getting stuff from Seth but so normally and smoothly that only something Rob said later made me remember. [...] Rob said, “You must want a break in the routine-” and his remark brought Seth’s material back, though now I know I don’t remember it all. [...]

Several times during the weekend I became alarmed about my eyes and Rob, too. Saturday Rob brought back Billy from the vet’s, and PM, the Lords visited. [...]

(A group of us — Alex, Warren,² and others — had come over to Jane and Rob’s for a casual get-together, and also to talk about that week’s class, which seemed to be one of the “milestone” classes that happen occasionally.³ During the conversation, Alex said that the rise of literacy in the world would spread Seth’s ideas on a scale that had never previously been possible. [...]

(Here, Rob asked if Seth would “shed some light” on why all those masses of people had chosen to allow the eradication of their histories by the elite.)

In one of our books (Rob grimaced — much laughter), I will take many chapters to answer.

(Rob: “How about a little hint?”)

[...] My body is continuing to “let down;” Rob is in his studio...

[...] Rob is great, rubs back.

It’s Friday morning now as Rob writes down these notes for me. It was a week ago yesterday that the finger suddenly turned so dark—nearly black —and I realized something else: the condition with the finger had happened as I explained to Peggy Gallagher how Rob and I had trusted our lives to our intuitions in the flood of ‘72. [...]

Last night, at Rob’s suggestion, I looked over my notebook of sinful-self stuff with related material, hoping of course that it might trigger some important impetus or clue that would give me insight into my own position. [...]

[...] So taking a drug to prevent such a future development seemed the better side of wisdom to her—but not to me, not to Rob. [...]

[...] They made less sense to Rob, who I felt found them utterly without reason. [...]

[...] He was in a trance of his own; so were Rob and I, watching. [...]

Rob replied, “That test was just one of many we did. [...]

[...] Rob laughed. [...]

[...]

That summer, Rob and I vacationed in Maine. [...] But on the night of our return to Elmira, I awakened suddenly with the memory of a disquieting dream which bothered me so much that I awakened Rob. [...]

[...] When Rob and I moved here in 1960, she had already spent a quarter of a century in her three small rooms, surrounded by books of poetry and drama. [...]

In the beginning, Rob and I only saw her face to face in the dark apartment house hallway, usually at the mailbox. [...]

“Maybe you should write the dream down and date it,” Rob said.

As of December 1969, my husband, Rob, and I have held over 500 Seth sessions, over a period of five years. [...]

[...] Neither Rob nor I had any knowledge of such matters. [...]

Rob and I were hardly religious in conventional terms. [...]

Rob’s background was different. [...]

[...] Each session, for example, includes Rob’s notes which provide a constant physical framework and reference to our daily activities. Seth’s monologues are broken up by humorous references or snatches of conversation with Rob. [...]

[...] Rob tells me, however, that it contains a good deal of new material on the nature of dreaming consciousness.

[...] Rob possibly could have been sitting in my desk chair. [...] I came out of trance though, telling Rob everything was okay to remember, let it out, and let go. Another figure sat nearby, taking notes, and I think this was Rob too; this figure was more distant and said nothing….very clear.”

(1. “Exercise: to send energy to Rob. [...] A few minutes later Rob is in the living room and I think he was watering the plants really. [...]

[...] do another exercise with Rob. [...] From behind Rob, standing, she lightly soothes his forehead, then quickly is in his lap, facing him, sort of melting in with him; then they express their love.... [...]

[...] Imagine Rob in writing room, soft, warm yellow light shines on him from Framework two, and though I didn’t specify, the light lingers particularly on his shoulder. [...]

[...] At breakfast when Rob read me the session I grew very relaxed and had to lie down. [...]

Jack Gridley and a few others, Rob and I, were in a room. [...]

FROM ROB AND JANE BUTTS
FEBRUARY 3, 1969

Rob & Jane Butts

[...] I made out my husband’s name, Rob, and a few other words which I have since forgotten. [...]

(By Rob:

([Rob:] “Yes.”)

([Rob:] “Yes.”)

([Rob:] “We’ll take a short break.”

[...] Monchuco (Rob’s interpretation)—the Monchuco. [...]